
My cat has The Scream on his head
I’m writing this while I’m watching Caesar – my cat – partake in his third afternoon kip. Even if he shares his namesake’s arrogance, pettiness, and territorial ambitions, he’s an absolute gem and the light of my life.
I could spend the next 10 paragraphs gushing over how much I love him, but I’ll settle for highlighting something weird about him: he has The Scream on his head.

It’s a definite case of Pareidolia, I perceive the fur pattern on his head to look like a century old painting but… I mean look at it! It has a face, the vertical brush strokes, surely I’m not the only person who sees it.
Weird to think about the series of flukes in human pattern recognition and his genetic makeup that lead to all of this. Wild.